Alvarez held the prod up, and once again pressed the button so the spark jumped between the electrodes. “The water makes you nice and conductive,” he smirked, then pressed the points of the prod to her navel and shocked her.
Sophie launched up against her bonds, feeling like she’d been kicked in the stomach. The prod only touched her for a couple of seconds, but it was beyond anything she could imagine. He shocked her again, and already her stomach muscles were aching with the convulsions they’d gone into. He touched it to her left armpit, then her right, then her lips. Her face felt like it had exploded, stars burst before her eyes and when he pulled it away she could barely breathe.

He waited while she calmed down, her breathing gradually becoming slower. He shook her head by her hair to make her open her eyes and look at him. “You thought you could come here and cause all this trouble and get away with it, you French whore?”